There she is, on the makeshift dance floor
The slight sheen of sweat turning that porcelain skin
Into neon green and electric blue among the swinging
Flashing, lights of the raucous place. Music, that music.
It thumps, the bass hounding her senses, driving
That curvaceous body to rock to the steady rhythm while
Her hair, twisting and curling frames her face that doesn’t see,
Not a single person, although they all see her.
She is sex on high heels, legs long and hips calling
Practically begging for some strong man to take them
In his rough hands and to guide her to his own beat,
However, she is a nymph, there and gone, diaphanous.
Try as her suitors might, she dances alone, a singular
Siren out in a sea of people she cares not to know but whom
Desperately, achingly call out to that gorgeous creature
Despite her ignorant attitude as the song blisters on.
The music stops, changes, transforming and she blinks
Her big blue eyes as though coming out of a trance, laughter
Echoes in her own ears and a blush covers those cheeks as
She returns to her table, to her drink, to her man
He is all wolfish smiles in the deadening light and devil grins
As she sips at the pink concoction, his voice whispers into
Her ear, causing a tremble between her legs, a dampness
Between the thighs that had only just been entrancing on the floor.
He speaks of punishment for being such a naughty little girl
And of the passionate rocking against the headboard of their bed
Later on that evening; his whiskers tickle her cheek and send a flame
Down her spine to settle ever more in her stomach.
“Was I a tease?” she asked with a coquettish look of feigned
Wide eyed innocence and he nods, his own eyes growing wide
As another song with a steady beat rises and she does too,
Off that bar stool and into the crowded dance floor.
His qualms about her leaving her are none, for he knows she’ll return
Once that song’s spell has been broken, and again he’ll whisper
Naughty words and subtle sneaks about how much trouble she’s in
And how much fun he’ll have bending her over
A smile stretches across his face he spies her; she is the envy of all,
A sexy creature with no parallel to him. She is his and he is hers,
Both thoroughly underneath a spell woven by love and
A certain kind of dance.